there is no death,
yet we are composed of it
we are lucky for this hue of sky,
which could have been some other color.
fomenting in the flour,
while the world and its people continue
moving in their individual circuits.
The usual cast of a million doves.
is one elephant greater than ten thousand ants?
mathematics is a fraction of our total method.
the view of something is distorted
through the label of languages.
And it seems that we may never break from it.
What mysterious path of future
do we have out beyond the horizon
of our mediated minds?